Before seeing Du Huarang and Du Yuntao return safely, the Yan Family's heart remained suspended.
Du Yunluo felt the same, constantly worried until Mu Lianxiao stood safely in front of her.
In the previous two years when Mu Lianxiao went to the Northern Border, Du Yunluo was not as worried.
But at this moment, the nearby fire made her realize that the battle was happening so close to her.
She couldn't hear the sounds of shouting and killing, and except for the fire and the endless barking of dogs, she was unaware of the battle in the city.
Knowing it was happening, yet having no idea what was going on or about to happen, was a torturous feeling.
All they could do was wait.
On the official road leading from Shanyu Pass to Xuancheng, horse hooves thundered, kicking up a sky full of dust.
Mu Lianxiao led the charge, leaning low and whipping his horse fiercely.
